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I relate to Steven Grant, because I too, am a coping mechanism for a mentally ill forty year old man
Basil Stitt - The Free Use Chronicles - Random Horny Thots
NSFW - thanks @guruan-isnt-here for your input regarding Basil’s um…bathroom release.
You’re sitting on the couch when you hear a familiar whimper in the bathroom. Slowly, you walk toward the sound, steps muffled by your socks. Skin against skin mixed with heavy - and deliciously pathetic - breathing.
Basil is jerking off.
You should knock…but you decide against it. When you open the door, you’re graced with the beautiful look of surprise splayed over Basil’s face. He gasps, fist closed over his fat, leaking cock, eyes turning up to look at you as his mouth falls open.
“B-baby I…o-oh f-fuuu-”
Hot white strings shoot from the strangled head of Basil’s dick. His glistening cum spills around his fingers and coats the back of his hand. He looks at the ground, cheeks going flush under your gaze. You wait patiently for his breathing to go back to normal before you speak.
“Basil, w-what are you doing?” You ask, despite it being perfectly obvious.
“S-sorry I…I just…you wore that thin shirt and…and you don’t have on a bra so your nipples are…they’re…” he wipes some drool off his lips and looks away from you.
“Why didn’t you just take what you needed from me then? I was sitting right there on the couch with you, you don’t need to do this. Next time, Basil, I want you to use me. Any time you need, you can just have me.”
At first, Basil doesn’t quite understand. Surely you can’t mean any-time. So when he looks at you with that deep furrowed brow and confused expression, you elaborate.
“Literally any time you want me, you can have me. My mouth, my hands, my pussy…” you give him a reassuring grin, “my body belongs to you.”
Basil looks like he could cry, but holds it back, nodding slowly before getting up to start cleaning himself off.
The next evening…
You’re doing the dishes after dinner, and if you’re being honest with yourself, you’re surprised he hasn’t done anything yet. If you could read his mind, the truth is that he’s still hesitant to just take you. While he stands there in the kitchen though, seeing the way your pretty thighs pressed together as your skirt rode up your hips, he can’t ignore the growing need pooling in his stomach.
You’re prepared, wearing nothing under the shirt skirt just in case he needs you. You feel him crowd in behind you, breath hot and kissing the sensitive skin on your neck.
“Are you sure this…” he presses his denim covered bulge against your ass, “is okay?”
You breathe out a moan, “feel me…”
Basil uses both hands to tuck under the fabric of your skirt, pushing it up over your rear. He shudders at the sight of your pretty ass, not expecting you to have gone commando just for him. He pulls down his pants and boxer-briefs as one, wrapping a firm hand around his girth.
He uses the thick head of his cock to slide between your folds; he shudders feeling how warm and wet you are already. You’re ready for him. Basil whimpers, sliding forward and bottoming out as deep as he can get into your soaking heat. You’re so drenched that when he snaps his hips forward again, the sound of your skin slaps loudly into the kitchen.
Basil reaches his hand around your waist and flattens it on your tummy, pulling you back while sliding himself forward to feel you deeper. He reaches his other hand up to cup one of your bouncing tits. - bouncing because he can’t stop thrusting faster and faster because it feels so fucking good -.
He’s sorry - so fucking sorry - for the way he’s fucking you so hard your hips slam against the counter. He’ll make it up to you later when his face is covered in your juices and your thighs are shaking against his ears.
Basil doesn’t last long, no more than three minutes and his face is against your spine, rasping loudly and he’s pulling you back over his cock, planting his spend deep in your slick hole. His body jolts, he feels your cunt clench around him, milking whatever’s left in his dick.
He’s so eager already to take you again, but his cock is going soft inside you as he comes down from his high. The sound of his cum dripping on the floor as he slips out of you is all you can focus on, mind numb from the feeling of Basil using you like you asked. You turn around and touch his scarred cheek.
“Was I a good little fuck toy? Did you like using me baby?”
Breathless, Basil leans into you, slotting his lips over yours.
“Mm, yes…t-thank you,” he whispers, “thank you for that.”
You giggle at his beautifully pathetic and hooded gaze.
“Don’t thank me, just remember…any…time…”
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Just One More
Pairing: Basil Stitt x F!reader
Summary: You're going away on a work trip and Basil tries to get his fill of you before you go. But it seems like he just can't get enough.
Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, stalker type behavior, obsessive/perverted behavior and thoughts, free-use, consensual somnophilia, mention of male masturbation & voyeurism, thigh-fucking, unprotected p in v, degradation, dirty talk, teasing, spitting, spit play(kind of), hair pulling, choking, overstimulation, cum feeding, filming(general consent to do so in their relationship but no explicit consent given beforehand), cockwarming
WC: 3.2k
A/N: Was originally going to be a Steven fic but I think this level of depravity and obsession is so much more fitting with Basil. He's such a pathetic mess and I love it.
Your dynamic with Basil is simple. You very quickly learned how he is. His wants. His needs. So you were more than happy to give him free reign to be as perverted and devious as he’d like. Before you waltzed into his life, he had already felt like he knew you intimately. He didn’t stalk you, per say, but he had become a bit obsessed with the brief glimpses he got of you as you lived in the building across the alley from his.
He'll never forget the first time he saw you. You appeared in your window one night, the glow of your bedroom light wrapping around your body, forming a beautiful silhouette. You looked ethereal, he thought. Like an angel. You didn’t have curtains, but if you did, he would've broken into your apartment and torn them down himself.
He never had the courage to ask you if it was intentional, but he likes to think you knew exactly what you were doing. Putting on a show for him every time you were in your bedroom, walking around fully exposed. Often times you were fresh out of the shower, water dripping down your naked form.
It had become a ritual. You would come into view and his hand would immediately slip down his pants. And in less time than he'd like to admit, he was cumming over his hand, tears forming in his eyes as he was desperate for it to be spilling over you instead.
Not much had changed since you got together. Now you just happened to share a living space, so it was a lot more convenient. He touches himself at the thought of you constantly, which usually involves him either digging through your drawers or dirty laundry to use a pair of your panties or any article of clothing that holds your scent. Or he uses some of the picture and videos he has of you.
You had shared your collection with him. You had countless videos of you and him messing around but what he found himself using most often were the photos you would send to tease him, turning him into a pleading, desperate mess, just begging to touch you. Like the ones you would send of yourself with your skirt pulled up and tits out in the mirror at work, when he would text you and beg you to give him something, anything, as he sat at home counting down the minutes until you got back.
He particularly loved the ones that he took himself, usually of you when you're in bed and he’s standing over you getting off to your sleeping form. You two had a full free use arrangement, which he takes advantage of whenever he can. Having full access to you was a little overwhelming at first, seeing as he was used to viewing you from afar and practicing all the self-restraint he had knowing he couldn’t have you. Now he can have you whenever he wants but he still feels the need to do what he used to do; sneak around and feel a sense of shame at the dirty thoughts he has of you. He still experiences that same shame, except now he, and you, get off on it.
You had come up with a code, though, a little red hair tie that you can slip on your wrist to tell him that he shouldn’t disturb you, if need be. You usually only use it if you're not feeling particularly well that day or if you have a long day of work ahead of you and really need the sleep. Tonight would be one of those nights, but you decide to take pity on him. You’re leaving for a week-long work trip in the morning and it would be nice to get some sleep. You struggle to sleep when you’re away from home and your partner so you want to just enjoy a nice night of slumber in his warm arms. But you know he wants to get as much out of you as he can to try and tide himself over until you get back.
Basil lays behind you now, staring at your bare wrist in the sliver of moonlight cast over you as you sleep. That's not what he expected. He momentarily thinks maybe you just forgot to slip it on. But he knows you. You’re very generous, always giving him what he needs. Not to mention your sex drive pretty much matches his, so you can usually keep up with how needy and desperate he can be.
But sometimes he gets in a mood where he’s insatiable. And today was just one of those days. He’s going to miss you terribly and he’s trying not to think about the next seven days he’s going to spend moping around until you get back. He struggles to be alone, and like you, he can’t get a good night's sleep without you there, his thoughts filled with nothing but you until you return.
You had really given him your all today, though, moving around the house to fuck him on every surface you could think of. You ended up on the floor in the middle of the hallway leading to your room and you rode him until he saw stars. You had eventually worn yourself out and after your last round you told him it was time to shower and turn in for the night, but he still had that hungry look in his eyes. So, you decided to forgo the little red band. You were so exhausted you weren't sure you'd even wake up.
Now sleeping soundly next to him, he looks down at your body. He had wished so badly that you two could fuck each other to sleep, nice and slow until you both slip into unconsciousness while he's still buried inside you. But you were out like a light the second your head hit the pillow.
He’s behind you, hard cock resting against your bare ass. He shed his clothes, needing to feel himself directly against your skin. He decides to use your thighs to get off, knowing you'd be the least likely to wake up this way. He really wants you to get some sleep but something he never takes into consideration is his severe lack of control.
He rubs some spit on himself, and pushes his dick between your plush thighs. He immediately coils his body around yours, and you shift against him. He stills, worried he woke you. You nestle deeper into his hold, but your breathing is still slow and even, indicating you're still asleep. He gradually slides closer and closer to your center, until his length is wrapped in your folds. The slick he can feel starting to form makes him shudder and he starts thrusting faster.
He catches on your entrance and you sigh quietly, but he notices your eyes are still closed. The brief contact with your hole reminds him of just how good it feels to slip inside and he realizes he’s not as strong willed as he had thought. He needs to be inside you. He hikes your leg up and rubs himself against your clit and your breath hitches. He continues this motion and eventually your eyes start to flutter open. Before you can look back to see what’s happening, he pushes into you. You both groan and he attempts to steady his breathing, trying not to cum yet.
“Just couldn’t control yourself, could you? Fucking me all day wasn't enough? So fucking needy.” you mumble. He whines pathetically into your shoulder, the shame painting his cheeks red. The look on his spurs you on. He's already a mess, clearly desperate to cum.
“You can’t help it though, can you? Go on baby, take what you need.” you coo. He sighs in relief and starts rocking into you, slow at first but when you grab him by the curls and crash his lips into yours, he speeds up, thrusts already sloppy. His breathing gets faster and faster and you realize how close he is.
You pull away. “You’re going to cum already? This is the last time you’re going to be inside me for a while, not even going to try and make it last? Pathetic.” you tease. He groans, silently cursing himself for being so weak, but he can’t help it. Your warm walls hug him so tight; you always bring him to the edge so quickly. He huffs in determination and shakes his head.
“ N-no.” he stutters, trying to think about anything else other than how you feel wrapped around him, how the closeness of your body flusters him. He begins his movements again, slow, trying to stave off his impending release. “Faster for me baby, c’mon” you grab his ass, pulling him into you deeper, trying to build to your own release. You quickly realize that he won't make it long enough for you to get off.
That's okay, you're plenty satisfied from earlier and the thought of him using you for his own pleasure has fresh slick forming between your legs, making him glide into you even faster. He pulls out, denying himself his release yet again and rolls you over. He lays on top of you and rests his head onto your chest, trying to catch his breath. “What’s wrong, I thought you wanted to cum? You were desperate enough to start using me while I was sleeping.” another whimper escapes his lips
“Not yet” he mutters, then moves his head to latch onto your left nipple and begins sucking hard. You arch your back, moaning at the sensation. You know what he’s doing. As much as your breasts turn him on, they have a way of soothing him even more. It comforts him to mash his face into your chest, enjoying your warmth and your scent. When he’s calmed down enough, he slides back into you, making you gasp. He wraps his arms around you and begins rutting into you.
He realizes he can't hold an any longer and he decides he's ready to let go. He starts giving deep, sporadic thrusts and shutters at the drag of your silky, wet walls. You pull his face from your chest and wrap your hand around his throat. His thrusts are short and uneven, but that in combination with the pressure on his throat has his eyes rolling back and he's practically drooling.
You're desperate to see him cum and you start to tease him, knowing that drives him crazy and deeper into fucked out bliss. "Do you touch me in my sleep often? I know you sneak off into the bathroom to use my panties if it's taking me too long to doze off, but what do you do to me when I'm sound asleep?"
All he can do is mewl. He can't form a single thought apart from how good you feel. "Do you use my hands? My thighs? Tits? I know you use my mouth. I can always taste you on my tongue the morning after." He pushes his neck deeper into your grasp and lets out a choked-out moan. He has now completely stopped moving and is now getting off on your words alone.
"Touching me in my sleep, stealing my panties, spying on me in the shower." His half-lidded eyes fly wide open. He thought he was being discreet about that. Usually, he'll just slip in and ask to join you but sometimes he gets the urge to just stand in the hallway and watch you through the crack in the door.
"Oh, thought I didn't notice that? I can hear you whining while you fist your cock. Such a perv." Tears well in his eyes at the humiliation, but you know he gets off on it. You're not sure if he realizes it but you know part of him does these things hoping to be caught. Get you to call him a dirty boy, tell him how perverted he is. Luckily, you're just as depraved. You're basically living under the same roof as your stalker and you wouldn't have it any other way.
"I can't h-help it." He mumbles. "I want you all the time." His confession makes you smile and you pull his lips to yours. He purrs, enjoying the sweet taste of you, and licks into your mouth sloppily. He's making it messy intentionally and you know exactly what he wants. You chuckle softly at the desperation and pull away, strings of spit still connecting your lips. You tighten your hand around his throat and use your other hand to give a sharp tug to his hair, and he gasps. With his mouth agape, you spit right onto his tongue.
He lets out a satisfied groan and you do it again, this time getting it on his face as well. He immediately wipes it off and shoves his fingers in his mouth, not wanting to waste one drop. He then pushes his fingers in your mouth, swiping the spit right off your tongue. You gag a little as his fingers slip farther down your throat, trying to get as much as he can. He loves that sound so he does it a few more times, then pulls his digits back into his mouth and begins sucking on them frantically. He hums at the taste.
"You're disgusting." you sigh, watching his movements. Despite your remark, you love the way he's licking and slurping up every last drop. Your comment has him twitching inside you. As much as you would like to make him cum just by cockwarming him while your filthy words drive him over the edge, something you have done many times before, you want to give him something you know will put him out of commission for the rest of the night.
ou push him off, and out, of you which pulls a dramatic whine from the man who was enjoying your warmth. You push him onto his back and straddle his hips. He whimpers, readying himself to feel you slide down onto his cock. This is usually how you end things. He comes the fastest in this position so it's become your go to 'finishing move'. You want to give him one last ride that will hopefully satiate him.
Sliding yourself over his length a few times, coating him in your slick, you guide him to your entrance and sheath his cock inside you in one swift motion. You grab his throat immediately and he lets out the most pathetic sound. You can tell he's already fucked out and you have to stop yourself from laughing. It's honestly adorable how quickly he falls apart like this.
“Yeah? You like that, princess" you tease, in that sultry tone that goes straight to his dick. This pushes him right over the edge and before you can even start grinding on him, his back is arching off the mattress and he grabs your hips with a bruising grip as he spills deep into you. He thrashes his head back and forth on the pillow and he's sucking in short, shallow breaths. Once he's you've pulled every last drop from him, he attempts to open his eyes, not yet fully aware of his surroundings.
There is one thing he can see and feel as the aftershocks rip through him, and that's you. So, he pulls you down to his chest, and you bury your face in his neck. You start planting kisses up his neck and across his jaw whispering sweet praises to him. You then cradle his face, and rub your thumbs back and forth across his cheeks, in attempt to help bring him down from his high. You rest your forehead against his, trying to get him to match his breathing to yours and that seems to work.
You eventually move down his body to clean him off with your tongue. He yanks at your hair but he goes back and forth between pulling you closer and trying to push you off. Next you have to take care of yourself, not wanting to drip his cum all over the skin you just licked clean. Usually, he’d enthusiastically clean his spend out of you with his tongue, but he’s still recovering so you scoop it out with your fingers and feed it to him. He happily accepts and he lazily licks at your fingers while you stroke his hair.
You eventually cuddle up next to him and he moves behind you again, placing you back into his arms. "I hope that was enough. If you start to miss me just imagine me on top of you like that again. I want you like that when I get back. I'll ride you just like I did tonight, but I'm not stopping until I'm satisfied." you smirk and you turn your head over your shoulder to look up at him.
He gives you a bashful, almost guilty look as he points to the nightstand and says, "I won't need to imagine." You follow his finger and your eyes land on the phone propped up, pointed directly at the both of you. Your eyes widen a little. You've given him permission to film you whenever, wherever, but you're almost always privy to it, acting oblivious but knowing exactly what he's up to. A smile tugs at your lips and a warmth spread across your skin as you wonder how many more videos he has of you when you had been none the wiser.
You turn back to him, and say, "Creep" , but follow quickly with, "Send that to me." and he chuckles softly and nods. As you turn away, he pulls you closer, nuzzling into your neck. It doesn't take long for you to start to fall asleep, warmed by his body and lulled by the rise and fall of his chest as you feel it move against you. Before you can drift off completely, you feel him shift, followed by his semi-hard cock stretching you once more. You can't believe it. You're a little impressed that he's even able to get aroused at all after the long day AND night that you had spent together. But, as much as you love him there's no way you can go again.
After a small gasp at the intrusion, you slide your hand into his hair and yank, commanding, "No. No more."
He hisses at the harsh tug, but assures you, "I just want to fall asleep inside you. Nothing more. I promise." You sigh. "Please?" he begs, and you can't help but give in. He's lucky you love the full feeling of having him inside you. In a weird way, it's actually comforting.
"Fine." You let go of his hair and he pulls you closer, now fully seated inside you. He sighs dreamily at the feeling.
You add, "But I'm serious, no more. Don't make me tie you down to the bed just so I can get some sleep.", only half joking. If this is how he's acting just at the thought of you leaving you can't imagine the desperate mess he'll be when you return. You can't wait.
He's SO FINEEE😭😭
psa: oscar isaac having a real human body with real human curves
this is just an appreciation post for oscars curves and how much i love them 💛💛
cmon the fit in tros was so good; the boobs, the tummy, the butt and the leather gloves??
(also why he standin like that in the first pic 💅🏻💅🏻 like ok king)
soft jon chest and tummy. he just looks so comfy and soft....
aggressive basil tummy and muffin top 🥺🥺 also you can see the lil top of his hipbones (i love his little happy trail sm)
just nathan. his boobs. his nips. his tummy 👌😖
shivs slutty waist and child-bearing hips like jfc
kane pLEASE 😖😖
peters soft tummy and his chest and his hips and thighs ughhhh i wanna give him a belly rub so baddddd
and ofc we all know about papi santi 🍎🍎
honestly i just love the fact that he doesnt have to be super buff and have washboard abs to be sexy. i think hes much better with a lil paunch. i love his dad bod so much and it makes me so happy 🥹🥹
Doctor's Orders
Blue Jones x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Kinktober 2023 Masterlist • Day 18: Dacryphilia
Summary: Blue's been sent to an asylum himself for his crimes.
A/N: This was meant to be for kinktober 2023 (I'm so sorry). Once again, what have I done?
Warnings: oh dead, blood, injuries (Blue gets cut by an orderly), Blue having a bit of a blood kink, Blue being a masochist, p in v sex, kissing, swearing, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!
Word Count: 1209
Blue whines, tears streaming down his face. There’s blood in his mouth from his split bottom lip. He struggles on the bed, his wrists and ankles strapped down.
The orderly gives him a gruesome smile and then starts slicing into his side with a scalpel.
Blue screams, swears and growls. “You fucking-”
“Oh, come on,” the orderly tuts, “I’ve read ‘bout all those things you’ve done, all those things you did to those girls. You think this is any different?”
Blue shrieks his throat raw, thrashing.
“Shouldn’t have spat on me in line today, Jones.” He giggles.
“Let me the fuck out.”
“Language.” He tuts, “Don’t make me gag you.”
“I-”
The door to Blue’s room opens with a slam, and the orderly jumps, the scalpel drops to the floor.
He freezes when he sees you, arms crossed.
“Doc, I… I can explain.” He holds his hands up, visibly shaking.
“Sutton,” you clench your jaw. “What do you think you’re doing here?”
“I… I…”
“Torturing patients.” You shake your head as you step into the room, three orderlies follow you. Blue recognises them as part of your ‘personal guard’. “Take him to Dr Bateman.”
Sutton gasps, shaking his head rapidly. “No, please, no! I didn’t, you can’t-”
The other orderlies grab his arms.
“Oh, I can’t?” You ask, the sound of your voice is almost kind.
He swallows, tears in his eyes. “Please.”
You nod your head to the side and your orderlies drag him screaming from the room. Slowly you shut the door and turn back to Blue.
You take him in for a moment, the cut on his side, the tears in his eyes, how he’s rubbed his wrists raw trying to escape.
He sniffs and gives you a soft look. “Thanks, Doc. ‘Preciate it.”
He lays limp as you walk over and quietly untie his wrists and ankles.
“What did you do to Sutton?”
He pauses, anxiety twisting in his belly, “I spat on him in line up.”
You smile and Blue laughs once.
Lightly, you touch around the cut. It’s not deep thankfully. “I’ll take you to medical.”
Blue groans and takes a sharp gasp of breath. “Wait, Doc.” He grabs your wrist and presses your hand firmer, makes your fingers skate across the wound. He shivers.
You pause and then look at his dark eyes and the quickly hardening bulge in his asylum issued sweats. “This turn you on?” You ask with a quirk of an eyebrow.
He moans, louder this time as you press firmer against the cut, blood oozing over your fingers.
“A bit,” he bites his lip. “That and,” he swallows, “You coming in on a white horse to save me.”
“I’ll have to add this to your masochist notes.” You said deadpan, and press harder.
He swears under his breath, wriggling as his cock fills dizzyingly quickly. “I can see it in your face, you like it too.”
“I never said I wasn’t a sadist.” You smile.
“You like it, like seeing me crying and bleeding all over the place. Like seeing me weak.” He leans up, kissing you roughly. “Like it that I’m at your mercy.”
“Did you ever think that I like it when you’re excited?” You bite his bottom lip and he groans, his eyes rolling back.
“Please fuck me, however you want. Get your fingers wet with my blood and then shove them up my ass, I don’t fucking care.”
You grab his jaw, holding him in place as he wriggles and writhes excitedly.
“If you don’t behave, I’ll send you to Dr Bateman too.”
Blue moans. “Fuck, yes.” He shivers as you push him back down onto the bed and fully pull off his t-shirt. “Did he watch the last video?”
“He did.” You pull down his sweats.
“Did he like it?” Blue asks eagerly.
You smile. “Very much.”
“You think he’ll watch this one?” He keeps his eyes fixed on you eagerly as you climb on top of him, straddling his hips and pulling your skirt up around your waist.
“I’m sure of it.”
Blue whines, reaching out to squeeze your thighs and caress your bare pussy. “Fuck.” He glides his fingers through your folds, groaning louder at the wetness he finds. “Can you sit on my face?”
“After.”
He shivers and nods eagerly. “I’ll clean you up, I promise.”
“Good boy Blue,” you mutter and smile when he moans. You raise yourself up and take his hot, hard length in hand, lining yourself up before you sink down.
Blue screams out, digging his fingers into your inner thighs, his toes curling. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
You grin at him as he whines, pressing hard against the cut once more as you grind and bounce.
Swears fall endlessly out of his mouth, so fast it doesn’t seem like he is drawing breath.
“Good?”
“So good Doc, so fucking good. This pussy’s gonna kill me.” He gasps, rocking with you.
“Tell me why this,” you dig your finger into his wound slightly and he moans sweetly, “is so good?”
“Just issss.” Blue bucks up unthinkingly, his body moving on autopilot.
You press deeper and he jolts, nearly coming on the spot. “Tell me.”
He whines desperately, fresh tears in his eyes.
You slow your hip, take your hand away from him.
“Nooo, no, no, no, no,” he grabs at your hand, trying to press it back to his side as he jerks his lips.
You give him a light smack around the face as he moans low.
“Again Doc, please.”
“If you’re not going to tell me why, then I’ve had enough of your speaking.” You say firmly.
He groans again, whining, and you shove your bloody fingers into his mouth.
His eyes widen, his tongue flicking against your skin as you push them further in. The sounds he lets out are sinful as he sucks, rolling and rocking as you move with him.
You press your thumb against his bloody lip and he sobs in pleasure as the split widens. He tenses, his eyes rolling back slightly and you know he’s close.
You pull your fingers from his mouth with a pop and lightly smack his face, hitting the opposite cheek.
“Doc, dooccc,” he whimpers. “Gonna come, I can’t,” he cries out when you lean forward and grab his chin, squeezing his jaw until he opens his mouth wide with a sob.
He holds his tongue out and you spit into his mouth. Blue swallows eagerly, your saliva mixing with the blood from his lip and the weight in his stomach snaps.
Pleasure paralysis him as he comes, pumping hot and thick deep inside you until he feels lightheaded from screaming.
He collapses completely onto the bed, going limp for a second as he breathes hard and sweat rolls down his skin.
You stroke his face, kissing his temple and murmuring soft words in his ear.
“Doc,” he takes hold of your arm, his voice groggy, “Come sit on my face, you haven’t had a good time yet.”
“Shh,” you soothe, patting his hair. “We can do that in a minute, I want you to relax first.”
“Doc-”
“Doctor’s orders.”
He smiles softly at your stern tone and presses his face further into your touch.
Thank you for reading!
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A warmup. Something about Oscar Isaac is just so MMM
currently thinking about steven and layla with the song valentine by laufey... i should make an edit
thinking about jake being all so tough but yells "EL GATOOO" in high pitch everytime he sees a cat/kitten on the streets
idk about you but i feel like jake lockley would love arctic monkeys
i'm pretty sure this is canon
oscar isaac as william tell, the card counter (2021)
the moon system karaoke night - bohemian rhapsody by queen
marc, jake: MAMAAAAAAAAA
steven: UwU~
marc, jake, steven: DIDNT MEAAANNNN TO MAKE YOU CRYYYYYYY
I had a dream last night that all I can remember from it is that the random girl it was following had to work with Oscar Isaac and spent the rest of the dream freaking out over how hot he looked in a waistcoat
Oh thank god i wasn’t the only one weirdly enjoying the sideburns, but I don’t like it as the same time- 🥲
I'm SO torn. disgusting side burns. delicious long curls
Dream Boy (1/?)
Steven Grant x F!Reader, Marc Spector x F!Reader
↪ Warnings: Fluff, Stuttering (Sorry), Not the best of Writing, Oscar Isaac
↪ Summary: Your first day on the job. Seems simple enough right? Well, that simplicity changes when you meet your new boss and new coworker. Simple....right?
A/N : I'm so sorry for this. The stuttering does get out of hand tbh- I hope this isn't too cheesy. This is from my Wattpad. It's sure going to look childish. Yeah, just read it. What could go wrong?
Cheerio!
Words: 1k :)
It was a day like no other.
You had work today at the Museum. You had just gotten a job there and didn't want to go. Sure, it was to pay off rent, and yeah, you thought it would be fun.
But, waking up at 6 am just to sell things that didn't associate with Egyptians seemed foolish.
You lifted yourself off your very comfortable bed. It was the most relaxed you've been in a while. You had such a groggy feeling as you lazily opened your eyelids. Your eyes gave a second to adjust.
The sun shined through your curtains. You stretched your arms and yawned as you set your eyes on your alarm clock.
6:55...
That's what it read. right? You squinted your eyes so that you could make sure you were reading it correctly.
"Oh, bloody hell.."
You huffed as you quickly got up to grab your clothes from your dresser. Two words repeated in your head as you tried to rush your way out of the apartment. 'I'm Late. I'm Late. I'm Late!'
You eventually did make it out the door but, dang, you didn't have your keys.
You rolled your eyes as you barged back into your apartment to find your keys. Didn't take you long, but it could've been quicker to find them.
You stormed out the door, locking it swiftly. You would be delighted to just look decent since you didn't get a chance to even look at yourself in the mirror.
Just what you need to start your new day at work.
. . . . . . . . 𓆩❤︎𓆪 . . . . . . . .
You had eventually set foot into the museum. Sadly, you were looking for the gift shop. Your field of vision was a bit lazy as you tried your hardest to look around without looking like a twat.
Your search was stopped when someone tapped your shoulder.
Your body jolted towards the tap. Your eyes had moved first as your head followed to reveal a woman. A very disappointed-looking woman to be exact.
Your eyes went straight for the name tag. It read 'Donna'
'Shit, it's my boss'
The stiffness in your body grew as she stared at you with a disgusted face.
"Annndd where the hell have you been?"
Her accent was strong as she scolded you. You gave her a sheepish smile as you scratched the back of your neck.
"I- I'm sorry, I wo-"
"I don't need your excuses, your 'partner' was late too. Can I not even have loyal employees?!"
Her voice rose. You were stuck on the word she used for your secretary. They are supposed to help you in the Gift Shop department since you've never been good with cashiers. You would've never expected them to be late.
"Well? get to WORK!"
Your eyes grew wider as people around you began to stare. You nodded to Donna, yet, you still had to ask her one more question. Where the hell is the gift shop.
"Don-"
"To your right"
"Yes ma'am"
You saluted her off for some reason. You shook it off as you jogged towards the Gift Shop. Luckily, it was easy to see. You were also glad to see that there weren't any customers.
You finally reached a white counter that shined bright against the lights from the ceiling.
You looked left and right for your so-called secretary. You couldn't quite find them so you just decided to take a minute for yourself and put your stuff away.
You had also found a small mirror on the counter.
You decided it would be best to fix the mess of hair that appeared to be a bird's nest.
You laughed a bit at yourself as you attempted to fix it. Along with your eye bags, you grabbed some under-eye foundation, which you thought was very useful.
As you began to place the substance on your face, some sort of eerie feeling came upon you. It didn't feel right but it didn't feel wrong either.
You shook your head slightly and finished the rest of the mush on your face so it didn't look out of place.
Suddenly, your eyes met with another's in the mirror. You looked concerned as you slowly turned towards the being.
"Oh..h-hi"
Someone said with a flustered voice. Your face met with theirs. You scanned them, it was a guy. A very handsome guy to say the least.
You had forgotten about their greeting so you blurted out,
"H-hello!"
Your face went into a bright pink as the man chuckled a bit at your response. You tried to laugh along but your brain felt like it was shutting down.
"I-I'm guessing you're the one working with me, no?"
You forced yourself to nod a 'yes' towards the black-haired boy. He appeared to be wearing a grey jacket of sorts with a button-up collar and some very nice dark grey jeans. He had very curly hair which fell on top of his forehead. 'Talk about smoking hot!'
You hadn't noticed, but a smirk grew onto your face as you scanned the man's features.
"Let m-me show ya the ropes"
"Sure"
He spoke fluently, yet, he always stuttered at least once in his sentences. Probably because you were a new person to appear in his life. An attractive one to say the least.
He began showing you where everything is. You had a fond memory so it wasn't too hard to recollect everything. You took one whole circle around the Gift Shop until you came back to the counter.
"So? Y-you think you're good to go?"
You meddled with your hands as you were stuck on one thing. The stupid cash register. That's the one thing that you struggled with the most.
"I-I um... Could you p-possibly.."
Why was this so damn hard? You were usually so good at speaking your mind and finding words without thinking about it. For some reason, it was so hard to find the words to ask how to use a singular cash register.
You rolled your eyes at yourself. The curly-haired boy didn't seem to take it that way.
"S-Sorry, did I say something wrong?"
A confused look came back to you as you waved your arms around.
"No! of course not, why would you think that?"
He started to fiddle with his thumbs as he couldn't think of something to say. You looked at him for a second to spot a name tag. You quickly read it.
"Steven"
Your right hand covered your mouth from the sudden outburst. 'I didn't mean to say that out loud!'. Steven looked at you with his cheeks turning a dark red. His eyes were wide as his mouth was partly open.
"How-"
"Your name tag! Don't worry I'm not a stalker!"
You both laughed a bit in relief. This was getting a little awkward. You sure as hell didn't want Donna to come back and yell at the two of you for not getting your work done.
"Just- could you help me with the register?"
Steven's eyes looked joyous. It was as if they were sparkling.
"M-my help?!"
He was pretty joyful. He looked like a puppy as he led you towards the back of the counter.
"Cute"
You whispered as you followed. He looked at you but went right back to the cashier with a bright smile on his face. Then he began to show you how it works and yada yada.
. . . . . . . . 𓆩❤︎𓆪 . . . . . . . .
The shift was almost over. You should've been grateful, but you weren't. You felt this pain in your chest as you began to close off the shop. 'What's wrong with me?'
You've never felt this, it didn't feel right. Your face looked disgusted as you turned around back to Steven, who had just finished putting away the plushies that were on the floor.
His face looked gentle as he strolled over to you.
"Are y-you alright?"
Your face fell back into a calm smile as you spoke to the nervous boy.
"I'm quite alright, you?"
"Feelin like a ray of sunshine"
He gave you a warm smile. You both chuckled as you left the shop to finally close off your nights.
"I'll see you tomorrow?"
You said as you held the back of your neck with your hand. Steven put his gaze on you, it was as if he was staring at you lovingly. 'As If!'
"Can't wait.."
He darted his eyes towards the ground as you both walked out of the museum. You were going to say goodbye until you noticed something. Steven had been walking the same way as you towards your bus stop.
"Uh, Steven?"
His face jolted up to look at you once again
"O-oh, hello"
"Do you take this bus too?"
His face froze as he looked at the bus stop. It sure was his bus stop. His head turned towards you and then his eyes did.
"I guess it is"
His smile never faded as you both waited for the bus. You did eventually get on it, together. Steven was kind enough to pay for you. You reassured him that he didn't need to. He shrugged it off saying that he owes you.
"Owe me for what?"
"F-For being so kind"
His smile just somehow grew larger and brighter. He sure was optimistic. You ran a hand through your hair as you looked out the window for a second. It was almost time for you to get off.
Butterflies formed in your stomach. The butterflies seemed to be a good and bad feeling. They came from Steven's compliment but also came from the fact you were going to leave someone who made you happy.
Your stop became closer and you sighed.
Steven's face grew concerned. He didn't say anything but he did glance at you from time and time.
You got up from your seat and waved goodbye.
"Now I will see you tomorrow"
A loving smile formed on your face as you looked at the curly-haired boy one more time. He smiled back. You could hear your heart pound as he said his next words. It was the cutest thing he said all day.
"Laters Gators"
A/N: Wasn't too bad, yeah? I might post the second chapter. Idk, we shall see... Hope you enjoyed my awful writing <3
To be, or not to be, brother
Oscar Isaac as Jack in Mojave (2015)
Update: I have now also fallen into the Oscar Isaac hole...
I've fallen into both the Pedro Pascal and Supernatural holes, and it looks I'm not gonna find my way out any time soon....well been in the Pedro hole for two years now and the Supernatural one for three... may need help, will keep posted
The Cast of Star Wars The Last Jedi
Jimmy Kimmel Backstage :D
Star Wars Cast
Poe Dameron
Just two Dads showing up at Father's Day Brunch in their new shirts their kids got them as gifts.
Let's appreciate the beauty of this man and colors✨️✨️✨️
Miguel O'Hara (Earth-928)
